First, let me start by saying, I like my job. I love the people I work with. We are a family, and I see them more than my real family on some days. However. I work in a giant dusty warehouse with no windows. Half the time I get surprised by the weather when I open the door. This is what kills me.
I crave the outdoors. I have always been a wild child. When I was little, you couldn't keep shoes on me, and I was outside pretty much all day. My neighborhood was full of wonder and I explored every inch of it. I even go back there when I feel lost and can't find my way back to myself.
The wild child is still inside me, screaming for sunlight and fresh air. I stand at the bay doors and drink it in, only for the doors to be shut with me inside. It's like a prison for my soul. 😔
Yesterday, I was gifted something that made the wild child in me sing with joy.... which says a lot considering I disliked this when I was younger. I was given two houseplants!!! I know, how lame is it that I am soooo excited. But, having these plants is like having nature right there with me, even when I'm inside. Obviously I took them home, because they would either die or get thrown away. I managed to marry a vampire (he hates letting the sun into the house, lol) so my place is always dark and dreary. Luckily, these little green things need low light. Yay!
I can't even describe how much joy I felt this morning coming into the kitchen to see LIFE. Especially in this era where we destroy wildlife to make vacant houses, we need plants more than ever. Hopefully the little guys thrive and grow and give joy to my whole household for years to come.
